Warm and Healing Inspiring Beauty Part I: Emotion
On the road of life, affection is the most lasting motivation, and help and dependence are selfless; On the loneliest road, affection is the truest companionship, which makes the heart feel warm and comforted; At the most helpless crossroads, affection is a clear road sign, guiding the direction of success.
When the first horn of life blows, affection is tears in the mother's eyes and a smile on the father's face. Affection is the increase of white hair on parents' foreheads, and it is the infinite care and hope in parents' eyes. Affection is the father's palm, trembling lips, and an angry look that hates iron and does not produce; Affection is mother's burning tears, gentle call and warm and comfortable hug; Affection is simple, a small nest built by several branches, with no impurities, no distance, no hypocrisy, only mutual care of the same blood.
Affection is visiting and caring when you are sick, encouraging and supporting when you are frustrated, and drinking when you are carried away. As a child, affection is the milk that feeds and grows; In adulthood, family is a refuge; In old age, affection is the solace in the sunset. Affection is my father's concern, like the wind slowly lifting the window screen; It was my mother who urged me to climb the windowsill and fell like soft rain. In the shuttle time, my father is like a giant, and my tired back is shortened in the morning light and lengthened in the sunset; Mother is a lullaby, and the gentle voice in the ballad is hoarse and repetitive in the middle of the night; I am a small tree, growing on the fertile field under clear sky, standing upright in the firelight!
There is a kind of love, you can't come again if you come late; There is a kind of affection, which can't be traced back when you leave. It's affection! From birth, to being sensible, and then to adulthood, it has always been accompanied. When I was a child, I thought it was family to send a bottle of wine that my father loved to drink; When I was young, I thought it was my family who showed my mother good grades. I didn't know until I grew up that the original family relationship was that they talked back when we said we would take care of them all our lives. ? Who cares! ? Isn't it rare? Rare! Just as we are deeply grateful to them? This is affection!
Affection is fried rice with eggs, which is ordinary and relieves hunger; Family is a tissue, real and dry tears; Affection is boiled water, tasteless, which douses the blazing flame; Affection is chewing gum, from strong to weak. It takes a long time when you want to vomit. Affection is cotton candy, which has not yet entered the heart: affection is white, and the longer it is steamed, the more fragrant it will be; Family is an old wine. The longer it gets, the more mellow it becomes. Family, love is firm, friendship is eternal, and love and friendship have never been: fried rice with eggs is common, facial tissues are real, boiled water is tasteless, chewing gum is eternal, and marshmallows are gentle. It is boiled white, it is old wine, and time is their best coagulant. People can have no love and friendship, but no feelings. When I was a child, my home was a warm home. My father, mother, sister and I lived here. It is naughty to stick a note on my father's face when I lose stones, scissors and cloth. This is a pity. I can't stand the delicious food cooked by my mother any longer. This is my father's terrible family rule when I make mistakes. When I was a teenager, affection was the hard work for parents to go to school for their children. That is the old age written by the wind and frost on the parents' faces, and that is the hopeful but hesitant eyes. In adulthood, affection is a long-term and effective boat ticket, a kite line that can never be cut off, and a stamp that can't be sent out as soon as the envelope is attached; Later, the family was moved by "going home often to see".
Affection is a beacon when you are lost, a soft couch when you are tired, a good medicine after you are injured, and a hot tea when you are thirsty; what's up Don't use paper and pencil immediately when you meet, and use your message to report peace? Cost, right? She mended it carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home? Care, right? Leaning against the window tomorrow, cold plum will come? Miss, right? Raindrops illuminate the yellow leaves, and lights illuminate my white hair? After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold? Waiting. Affection is a guitar carried obliquely, with deep feelings and touching the heartstrings; Family is a vine. No matter where you are, it always holds your hand. Affection is a string of keys hanging around the neck, which opens the doors and windows of happiness. Love, between the eyebrows, in a shallow smile, in a lyric ditty.
Affection is the story of Mulan replacing her father. This is a three-step story of Meng Mu; This is the melody of A Bing Erquan reflecting the moon. No? White-headed life and death spectrum? Vigorous, what's the trouble? The sunset is speechless? ; No? We hope to fly in the sky, like two birds, with the same wing; We hope to grow together on the ground, like two branches of a tree. ? Pledge of eternal love, still? The earth endures, and the sky endures; The two will end one day, and the blood relationship will never end? Eternity; No? Like a double willow tree in front of the door, branches and leaves are not divided? Grow together, but are there? Wish people a long time and a thousand miles together? Silent desire? In the face of failures and setbacks, affection is a good medicine, and it is the courage to fill the lost heart and rally; Facing misunderstanding and hatred, affection is cold water, dousing the anger in the heart, and facing it calmly is philosophy; In the face of praise and flattery, affection is an awl, piercing illusory dreams, and continuous progress is a warning; In the face of troubles and worries, affection is a breeze, blowing away messy thoughts, and peace and relief are the realm.
Affection is the dew after rain, nourishing the barren soil; Affection is the crow of chickens at dawn, awakening the sleeping earth; Family is a boat in the sea, saving people who are struggling; Affection is a lonely lamp in the harbor, shining on people who return home; Affection is the post station of Yangguan ancient road, and it is goodwill to distant wanderers. Affection is like medicine, healing wounds; Family is like wine, the more mellow it is; Affection is like a shadow, no regrets; Affection is like water, and filtering is complicated; Family is like fire, angular; Love is poetry, achieving artistic conception; Family is the eternal power of life!
Warm and healing inspirational beauty Part II: Friends, send you a warmth.
Slowly return to your heart, no longer wandering in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Looking back all the way, I can't find the direction when I came. Time seems to slow down, vaguely responding to the cold of the depression in late autumn.
After the first frost, stained with the coolness of the season, a piece of fallen leaves piled up on the cold fingertips and fell on the cold notes. Scattered sand, I can't find the direction of the theme and I don't know how to arrange it.
Pure white me, painted with layers of ink by time, is still struggling to adhere to my true self. Under the shiny packaging, there are unspeakable injuries. If you don't tell me, how much of this world is really sunny and rainy? In the past, people went to the empty building, but in each other's world, it was just a kind of sadness and a beautiful nothingness. When I miss the past and regret the present, my tears flow wildly and my feelings are hard to pay. When I stop thinking, I will become empty. The long road of love is so difficult to extend. From ancient times to the present, the heartbroken of the ancients a thousand years ago, and the revival of today's people after a thousand years. Come and go, wasting a good story chapter, singing all the songs and tears crazy. Idiots always catch the moon in the water. How can a veiled spring flower and autumn moon sing a song "Spring and Autumn Match" at the same time? An empty heart and broken dust steps have been taken in by heaven and earth. Nine days out of the clouds, tears look at my hometown far away, far away, and I have broken my way home. Tea is always there, in a quiet place, missing homesickness intermittently. Deep in the world of mortals, practice meditation and face it day and night.
It's easy to get married, but difficult to get married. You love her, she loves him, and when I turn around, there's another one who loves you, and there's another one behind me? Eagles catch chickens? A long tail like a game. There is a lot of stupidity in laughter. In front of you, tugging at your skirts and refusing to let go is a dream, and behind your back, it is a treasure of sorry. Love, there is no providence, only once in a thousand years. This kind of meeting is untouchable glass. Struggle in love, chaos in disputes, and it is difficult to get what you want in the spectrum of lovers.
Many unexpected things at first turn out to be unexpected. The clear pond has no intention of spring scenery elsewhere. The clear blue sky is reflected on the water, and wisps of charming water mist rise into the sky, gathering into wisps of white clouds and floating gently under the blue sky. The water is clear and sky blue, the green wicker on the waterfront floats obliquely, and the wind is soft, making a pool of ripples. White clouds can come or go with the wind. The main theme of the sky is the blue sky, and the cloud is just an ornament that can't stop. Clouds that often wet the sky only wish to float away forever, leaving no trace, and the blue sky is clear. Autumn is too dry, and sadness slowly sinks to the bottom.
Heartache is also a kind of self-injury, and no one can rationally enter the emotional world and leave completely. There are tears and complaints, but there will be no hatred. Children in the world meet once in a while and never leave to meditate on their loved ones.
No one lives more clearly and no one lives more easily than anyone else. On the territory of 9.6 million square kilometers, everyone is a little dot in the map. We are far apart. Is it far? How far! The distance between thousands of waters in Qian Shan is beyond anyone's satisfaction. Things are relatively inward. Is it nearby? How close! In the Internet age, is it just the screen distance or this website? School district room? Next door. Each has his own joys and sorrows, and who knows who has a lot on his mind, but no one sighed. You are lonely with your loneliness, and I am lonely with my loneliness.
We will always be affirmed by most people and denied by a few people in our life. If there are fewer satirical cartoons, the scenery will be more beautiful; There will be more goodwill if there are fewer attacks between people; If you don't deliberately destroy a beauty, you will have more harmony; If there is no artificial opposition, people are friends; If each of us is a beautiful landscape painting and gives each other warmth, the world will no longer feel bitter. The coming winter, my friend, send you a warm and a cup of black tea.
Warm and healing inspirational essay III: Waiting for you on a warm night.
My son works in the provincial capital, which is more than an hour's drive from home, not far or far. As a policeman, I am very busy and seldom rest. Even if it is a rest day, it is often temporarily called back to the unit to deal with things. The task is even more arduous in the Spring Festival, so I haven't decided whether I can go home during the Spring Festival until now. I use WeChat with him almost every day, and my son's answer is the same: Mom, I haven't decided yet!
But it doesn't matter, I am willing to wait for news, not to say that waiting is also a kind of happiness!
In my memory, I seem to have been waiting, waiting for my son to be born, waiting for him to grow up and go to school, waiting for him to have a holiday after school, waiting for him to work and rest. What I want most now is to wait for him to go home for the New Year. As the saying goes, raising a child 100 years old, worry about ninety-nine. No mother can wait until her hair turns white.
The longest waiting time is when I prepare meals and wait for my son to leave school. You can't do it too early, you are afraid of cold, and you can't do it too late. As soon as my son entered the room, he looked for food. Like a hungry wolf, he waited for a while. Occasionally I came home late, and I looked out of the window again and again with anxiety.
What is the most frequently asked question when old friends meet recently? Will the children go home for the Spring Festival? I always answer happily:? Go home! ? Everyone has children, so they meet to buy new year's goods. The market is rich in materials, such as chicken, duck, fish, seafood and vegetables, melons, pears and peaches, and dried fruit snacks. What should I buy? By the way, this is my son's favorite, buy some; That must be my son's appetite. Buy some, and so do my old friends. All the big bags are children's favorite food.
My son likes my cooking. I learned several new dishes the other day. I rehearsed at home several times and it was quite successful. When my son comes back, I will cook for him. Sometimes, when my son sees that I have trouble cooking, he feels sorry for me, so he says help himself. I joked:? Mom can wash clothes and cook for you now, but I can't help you in life. ?
When children grow up and have their own careers, they have already left their parents psychologically. When they go to the society without hesitation, they can only turn their backs on us and don't have to chase them. Looking back occasionally is our greatest comfort.
? Going home for the New Year? Four words, easy to read but not easy to do. Now the competition is fierce and life is not easy. I'm afraid some people are unable to go home. Anyway, I'm mentally prepared to let my son go home for the New Year. The menu of the New Year's Eve dinner is listed, which is magnificent for 30 times, enough for my son to eat for a week. My son's bedding has been changed, and he will have a good sleep when he comes back; Although there is no shortage of clothes to wear now, I still need my son's new underwear, socks and insoles, which are ready.
The orchids at home bloomed last night with a faint fragrance, fresh and pleasant. I said that Hua also knew that the Chinese New Year was coming, and his son was going home. I greet the new year with a full attitude and meet the people I care about most, without wasting my careful care every day. How auspicious!
The inspirational beauty of warmth and healing Part IV: the warmth in memory
Childhood memories are always so warm! Looking back now, it is full of love!
I vaguely remember that one night, my parents talked for a long time at my grandmother's house, and I fell asleep in bed. I heard my mother say, don't call her, if you want to carry her, my father will carry me home and lie on my father's shoulder, which is warm. In fact, I woke up at that time, but I still closed my eyes and pretended not to wake up. I was really happy, you know?
I vaguely remember that one evening, my mother went to work in the fields and came home very late. I climbed on the dining table in the yard (that is, the board made of cement mud) and waited to fall asleep. It was already dark when my mother came back. My mother woke me up? When my mother talked about it last time I went home, I felt a little like crying, saying that I just wanted to work more. It was sad to see me sleeping on the clay when I came back.
I vaguely remember crying when I was a child, and no one dared to scold me. Once I was at home with my grandfather, and I accidentally broke his favorite cup. I was afraid that grandpa would scold me, so I cried first. What was the result? Through the fog in my eyes, I saw my grandfather holding a cup broken in half and comforting me. Stop crying, stop crying, look, it's not broken.
I vaguely remember that grandpa would buy me new clothes every New Year, and they all looked good. Girls my age are envious. At that time, I was also very proud, very proud.
I vaguely remember one day in the third grade of primary school, my grandfather was playing mahjong with others, and I sat by and watched, always letting him play this and that. Grandpa always lost that day? Finally smiled and said to me:? I said why I always lose. It turns out that you have been stepping on my chair, which reminds me of the situation at that time and really makes me feel warm.
Reluctantly, the happy time will always pass quickly.
Now, I have grown up and left my parents to work outside alone; It has been 20 years since my grandfather died. I remember this very clearly. I was ten years old then. When I talked about it last year, my brother-in-law couldn't tell me the specific date, but I deeply remember it. Maybe it was that day that I felt that I had lost a kind of warmth, happiness and pride? I took a lot of grandpa's notebooks, a pen container and a writing brush? Many books left by grandpa were given to neighbors. To be honest, I was a little sad when he took them away, but? If it were now, I would definitely leave all the books behind?
Memories always contain happiness and a little sadness, and those people and things in memories always make people feel extremely warm! Thanks to the relatives who appeared in my life, they gave me irreplaceable warmth and happiness, and made me strong and brave!